and because i'm feeling sad and frustrated right now. i get so tired of feeling like i need to defend my breed. i get tired of trying to explain. i get tired of having to worry that my dogs will be next on some politician's hit list, that some moron who should never have a dog in the first place, much less a high-maintainance, drivey dog, will let his dog get into trouble and my dogs will suffer as a result.
i get tired of being a weirdo, of having assumptions made about my class, about my education level, about my belief system. you'd never think a dog could do so much, eh?
sometimes on nights like this i get to feeling i should have just chosen a "safe" breed. i had an inkling of what i was getting into when i chose my first pit bull at the shelter, but i didn't realize it would ache like this. i didn't understand that i could love a dog so much and how much it would sting when the public didn't love her, too.
fortunately, my face-to-face run-ins with pit bull haters have been few. most people love my dogs, and my dogs love them. most people fawn over them, strangers run in the house to get them cookies, people tell me stories about pit bulls they've known and loved.
anyway, pictures, because i love them. because they are the center of my life in so many ways. because they are beautiful dogs. because they are good dogs. no matter what anybody says, no matter how many people look down on my dogs and think they should be dead or banned or restricted or whatever, they are special to me.
and that is what matters.
luce the ball killer:
here's looking at you, kid
being eaten alive by her friend caliber
why ya' gotta pest?
more....
i get tired of being a weirdo, of having assumptions made about my class, about my education level, about my belief system. you'd never think a dog could do so much, eh?
sometimes on nights like this i get to feeling i should have just chosen a "safe" breed. i had an inkling of what i was getting into when i chose my first pit bull at the shelter, but i didn't realize it would ache like this. i didn't understand that i could love a dog so much and how much it would sting when the public didn't love her, too.
fortunately, my face-to-face run-ins with pit bull haters have been few. most people love my dogs, and my dogs love them. most people fawn over them, strangers run in the house to get them cookies, people tell me stories about pit bulls they've known and loved.
anyway, pictures, because i love them. because they are the center of my life in so many ways. because they are beautiful dogs. because they are good dogs. no matter what anybody says, no matter how many people look down on my dogs and think they should be dead or banned or restricted or whatever, they are special to me.
and that is what matters.
luce the ball killer:
here's looking at you, kid
being eaten alive by her friend caliber
why ya' gotta pest?
more....
